There wasn't much need for pleasantries. Faith moved on, with promise to return with more alcohol. Thirteen thought she recognized a look, and was glad for the extra supplies she had brought along. This could be an even more promising night than she had expected.
When the Slayer took the box from her, she could see the ease with which the woman moved. It was an additional appeal. And even though she liked the challenge, the pursuit of the hard-to-get women, this one had strength, personality, and fire. The kinds of things Thirteen looked for.
Additionally, she hadn't asked for a name yet. At least it was clear what each of them wanted from this.
But when the question came, Remy turned, using her steps to maneuver the woman towards the wall, a hand brushing at her arm. "Did you want to talk," she asked, "sit around, get to know me, talk about the past and our goals for the future?" Her eyes lidded slightly, breath deepening to add a hint of huskiness. "Or was this about forgetting all the rest of that for a while?"